Lying on the ground, Zhao Jiuge just felt pain from all over his body. Any small movement would cause pain, and if he breathed a bit too fast, he would feel pain from his chest.

Looking at Ling Bo Re’s concerned gaze and feeling the soft arm holding him, Zhao Jiuge felt something in his heart.

Seeing Ling Bo Re quiet and only holding him, Zhao Jiuge pondered for a moment and said, “I thought you only knew how to have a cold face. This kind of expression is pretty moving. It’s hard to imagine how beautiful it would be if you smiled”

Ling Bo Re moved her lips and still didn’t speak. She stared at Zhao Jiuge’s face and was somewhat speechless.

Seeing Ling Bo Re still being cold, Zhao Jiuge didn’t care and smiled. However, this smile seemed to have caused him pain. Zhao Jiuge groaned and his brows furrowed.

“Was it worth it?” Ling Bo Re suddenly asked softly, her beautiful eyes looking at Zhao Jiuge. There was sympathy, compassion, and guilt in her eyes, but there was no love.

Hearing Ling Bo Re suddenly ask him a question,...